As the door closed behind Gravis, he looked at the front, right into Joyce's eyes. She was standing in the middle of her room, watching him with cold eyes. The lively and bright décor in her room contrasted her stern look. She still had her long purple hair and wore something similar to a summer dress, which also created quite the contrast to her current mood.
They looked at each other for a couple of seconds, one with cold eyes, the other with indifferent eyes.
"It's disrespectful to enter a woman's room without knocking," she said coldly.
"The point of knocking is to announce someone's presence," Gravis said back evenly. "You are in the Spirit Forming Realm and have kept watch over everything. Knocking would just be a useless formality at this point."
Joyce harrumphed. "Customs also have the function of showing politeness and respect."
"Is your self-confidence that fragile that you need a show of respect to feel good about yourself?" Gravis asked.
